I wash away all my fear and tension, my mind so clear, as always, during my shower. Even at home, shower time has always been a time for me to think a...d reflect. Its hard to remember, given how content I am, that I am also essentially a prisoner in hell. In hell. Why am I okay with this? Even under the warm water, my body begins to shake. Goosebumps rise on my arms and a shiver creeps up my neck. Why am I here? My breathing is uneven and tears spill, hot and heavy from my eyes. I cant stop the. Not completely erect though. I walked toward the water and one of my buddies pointed out my mostly hairless hard cock and the fellas seemed to get a laugh out of it as did I. I had a previous naked experience with a friend of mine where we rambled around his house naked for a couple of hours and he admired the size of my cock the whole time. So, I said "Screw it" to myself and started stroking my cock slowly for the guys and of course my erection went full blast instantly. I walked into the. . I was having a dream..." Craig said as he noticed his stealing looks at his crotch."I could tell," Mike laughed.He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still resting against Craig's chest, his fingers teasing the black tightly curled hairs. He knew he was taking a big risk, but right now he didn't care. Mike smiled as he saw the bulge in his shorts jerk in response to his caress."It was a pretty nice dream," Craig said with in a throaty chuckle."I feel guilty for interrupting it." Mike said,. ’ I turned and faced the audience, ‘How many of you did she call? Raise a hand if she called.’ No hands went up. ‘Jack loved taking care of their flowers and yard. Mildred has arthritis. Jack did it as an act of loving Mildred. Every time she looked at the flowers she didn’t see roses or sunflowers. She saw an expression of Jack’s love. He’s been gone two months. In a community, we would go there and tend that garden, not because she asked, but because it is what friends, family, community.